Classic Novel
Chapter 1217
Lifting her gaze, she accepted, “Alright, we’ll go tonight. Let me first toast the newlyweds.”
Gracefully, she rose and walked away, unintentionally leaving her phone on the swing.
Mylo picked it up and tried to unlock it. To his astonishment, Judie hadn’t set a password.
With a swift touch, Mylo accessed the message notifications, revealing a lengthy list that made him furrow his eyebrows in consternation.
Scrolling through, he found they were essentially Judie’s monologues, not unlike the messages he’d received from other women who pursued him.
“Good morning.”
“Eaten yet?”
“There’s a new movie out. Want to catch it?” “Goodnight and sweet dreams.”
Each message concluded with a playful emoji, adding a veneer of innocence to her words.
Further scrolling revealed a smattering of responses from Bruce. The infrequency of Bruce’s replies mirrored how Judie responded to Mylo’s own messages.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
A pang of self-realization hit him; he’d been doggedly chasing a woman whose heart belonged to someone else.
The irony wasn’t lost on him.
Realizing she’d forgotten her phone, Judie turned back. Quick to act, Mylo reverted to the home screen and placed the phone back where it was.
Fireworks adorned the sky, punctuating the Fairclough and Lawrence wedding festivities.
Millie had successfully handed over the Sky Heart artifact to the curator, Mr. Green. Fulfilling her promise, she then transformed into a tour guide, showcasing to Mr. Green the picturesque Landscapes and culinary delights of Preagend.
After their scenic jaunt, they reached the airport.
Millie bid Mr. Green goodbye with a smile, watching as his plane took off into the vast sky. She headed for the airport’s underground parking, ready for her drive home.
In a corner obscured from the surveillance cameras, she encountered a stranger sporting a black fisherman’s hat. Sensing something was off, she meant to take a closer look. But before she could, she felt a shocking sensation-literally. An electrical current surged through her, causing her body to spasm briefly before rendering her unconscious.
As she fell, her last glimpse was of the stranger’s long hair and singular eyelids. The rest of the face remained concealed by a black mask, but she was sure it was a woman. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.
Not long after Millie collapsed, a man with a toolbox arrived on the scene. He carefully turned Millie so that she was face down and slightly lifted the fabric of her shirt. With a precision cut from a surgical knife, he made a small incision just below her shoulder blade.
Shera opened a compact box containing a black chip and passed it to the man.
“Keep the cut small so she won’t notice,” she directed.
“Understood,” he replied.
With deft movements, he inserted the chip under Millie’s skin and restored everything to its original condition. Once he had propped Millie up against a pillar, he discreetly made a minor cut on her calf.